Ossa fucking hated the internet. Hated it. It was the fucking devil, and the people on there? Reporting lies, lies she didn't APPROVE. Who the fuck did they think they were? This article about Momos and Dolos was just the tip of the fucking iceberg. She controlled their press. SHE DID.
The woman bent over and tied to the back of Ossa's couch gave a muffled moan as Ossa's whipping became more and more violent and the sound brought her back to the present. "Shut up, slave! I don't want to hear it from you." She gave one more slap of the whip before she crossed her arms and began to pace.
"I'll show them how to report rumor. I'll show them how it's fucking done." Stomping over to her phone, she got her assistant on speaker phone. "Amanda, I want you to find the top web page designer...well, get the hell out of bed and find one...Someone with experience making exceptional pages. Schedule a meeting for next week. Also, contact that...guy that has that site? You know the one with the pink hair...the fat one. Yes, that one. Contact him about a meeting with me. Make it clear that I will not take no for an answer. That's all...no wait. Send General Aegis some flowers...something beautiful but exotic. Yes, birds of paradise will do nicely. Those and some roses, I think. Good. That's all."
Hanging up, she moved back to the woman still tied up and gagged.